Content, with NOTHING
EMPTINESS, like a traveling cloak with
too many pockets, and nothing in them
I journey across the land
I walk into airports
looking for desire.
Cash is a poor substitute
with fake people
on fake dollars
lost in the fire.
There are women of value
and diamonds on black velvet.
If you are a poor prospector
and live in a garbage dump
and don’t like junk
You might be convinced
but when she walks up
into your heart
you will never be the same again.
Recently, my father told me
about a man who found himself trapped
on an escalator
that traveled down, into the dark recesses
of nowhere, and when he stepped off, finally
He thought, “I’ll just take the other escalator up.”
But it was out of order.
It was a concrete faceless thing
with nothing to do but think
in the bowels of a building.
Now, I’m not saying that’s where I’ve been
a man talks to a beautiful woman of mystery
his interior world
a bit cold and gray.
Maybe, I travelled far, so that I can say…
“She was a dem fine woman, and I am so happy to have spent time with her.”
Her beauty will fade, like all flowers.
But for too long I have thrown up my hands and said, “What’s the use.”
Flowers don’t usually like to be sniffed by me
They don’t understand me
and though their voices sing
I have spent so much time in the baren wasteland
that to listen, is to visit some perfect place that isn’t real…
“She looked at me and said, “If you’re still single, you need to be where the music is.”
Undoubtedly, a common expression among flowers, and possibly true.
I took delight, that they
were so far away
from figuring me out.